Luyện nghe bài hát Spare Parts I

Well, the dawn hard just like a bull-whip
'Cause it wasn't takin' no lip the night before
And it shook out the
As the stew bums showed up like checks
Rubbin' necks

And the sky turned the of Pepto-Bismol
Yeah, and the parking growled
My old coat full of promissory notes
And a receipt from a late motel

The hawk had his whole out there, in the wind
And he got a for you to beware
your ass in, in a cold-blooded fashion
Dishin' out than a good man can bear

And I got untied, my shirt-tail's out
Ain't got a ghost of a chance with old romance
Just an for rent, down the block
And Ivar with live burlesque
Man, the manager's with his feet on the desk
Boom, boom, against the curtain, still hurtin', ay, ay

And then push came to and shove came to biff
Girls like that lay you out stiff
Maybe I'll go to
And you know, get me a or somethin'
My lives there

And it's a skid mark on the asphalt blue
Was a Malibu?

Yeah, it's Liz Taylor and Montgomery
on to the broads with the same ol' riff, yeah
"Hey baby, why don't you up to my place?
We'll to some smooth music on the stereo"
"No, thank you", she
"You got any Getz records?"
'No man, I got Brothers"

So I back my Detroit, jacked up my pegs
I my Stacy Adams and I jackknifed my legs
Yeah, I got on a movin' violation

baby, you put me on hold and I'm out in the wind
And it's mighty cold
It's colder a gut-shot bitch, wolf dog with nine suckin' pups
Pullin' a number 4 up a hill in the dead of winter
In the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth of porcupine quills

Well, I need you, baby
You see, it's a known fact, you know
I'm four sheets to the wind, I'm glad you're
I'm you're gone 'cause I'm finally alone
Glad gone but I wish you'd come home
Yeah, and I out of bed

'Cause the dawn was hard, just like a bull-whip
And it wasn't takin' no lip the night before
Yeah, as it shook out the
And the stew showed up just like bounced checks
Rubbin' their

And the sky the color of Pepto-Bismol
And my old coat full of promissory notes
And the hawk had his whole out there, in the wind
He got a message for you to

your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
He'll be dishin' out more than a man can bear
Well, let's it to Bakersfield
Get a little apartment